Bedwetting and Thumbsucking

I love this picture! Cindy was always so appropriate, trying to make me follow suit. But I was a hot mess! You can tell that Mama created an idyllic childhood for both of us. Good thing because I had major problems: I was a bedwetter AND a thumbsucker.

Great grandma made all of her offspring beautiful quilts. Unfortunately, I sucked my thumb with that quilt and it ended up in shreds because Mama had to wash it so much. I'm afraid that after I ruined my quilt I started using Cindy's quilt--sorry, Cindy.

But the bedwetting was the worst. I think I was eight years old before I stopped. I remember a family meeting in the basement of the Caldwell house. Mom said, "I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't find diapers big enough for you." (This was long before Depends and adult diapers.) Even worse was when we visited Grandma Pope's in the summer. She thought threatening would help, so she said she was going to put a sign up in my Sunday School Class and announce to all my friends that I still wet the bed. As I was crying in the bedroom with Cindy trying to comfort me, Grandpa Pope stood in the doorway and laughed at me.

So now you know all my childhood secrets. Mostly I remember happy times. Family reunions, road trips, and loving care from Cindy, Mama, and Daddy.